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Amazing what a little therapy and some conversations about feelings can do for a relationship. My therapist has been helping me to chill the fuck out. And Monsiuer le Baguette? He’s been good. Once I told him I was starting to feel the distance he upped his game and re-engaged. Phone calls and texts everyday, telling me how much he missed me, saying he was sorry that he’d been less than attentive. It’s been 2 months since we had that conversation and he’s been fully present – or as much as he can be since after he came home and we saw each other we then went another month without seeing each other.

After his long ass trip away, we reunited during a tropical vacation. We met in the airport in the Bahamas. Romance, my friends, poor romance – it was our “Love Actually” moment. Rushing into each others arms all hugs and kisses while we made everyone want to vomit with our “I missed you’s” and “I’m so happy to see you.” And just like that all the distance melted and we were golden. Back to the moments I love when he mindlessly reaches for my hand when we’re walking, or when he places his hand on my leg when we’re sitting next to each other. When he throws his arm over me in the middle of the night, then reaches the other under my pillow and holds my hand. Eased right back into all of it.

The Saturday we were together was stupid romantic, silly romantic. We slept in, we went to the beach, he held my hand while we went snorkeling – it was just the 2 of us by the reefs completely surrounded by fish. He went back to the room for a bit and I stayed at the beach. When he got back he told me he’d gone ahead and made plans for us for the rest of the weekend, including a champagne party that night and and anniversary dinner for our last night together. We curled up on the lounge chair on our balcony and watched the sunset together, he was the big spoon. The champagne party that night was on the beach. As you can imagine, there was a lot of champagne and then there was a make out session on the beach. There were L bombs exchanged. Pure romance.

We saw each other again the following weekend, and then I flew across the world to hang out with Whiskey Tango Foxtrot for her 40th birthday. She and I had a fucking blast – packed every single minute with stuff to do. Can’t decide if the most fun part was her birthday party and stealing all of her friends, or the time when we met up with friends for dinner. A glass of wine and dinner turned into a bottle and a half of wine and then whiskey. Why, God, why did the whiskey have to come out. Fun fact, which Whiskey Tango Foxtrot doesn’t know about (until she reads this), sometimes to ensure I can stop drinking I pour extra booze for those around me, I may have done that…Let’s just say the night included having to ask the uber driver to pull over so she could pull over and throw up on her shoes. Good times, good times.

Anyway, back to Monsieur le Baguette…

7 months in and we’re in a great spot. I’m currently sitting at his dining room table while he takes a conference call in his office. We have the whole weekend together after not having seen each other for a month.

He went out this morning to buy provisions to make me breakfast. When I took my seat at the makeshift office I’ve made for myself, I saw he’d put a fresh box of tissues next to my computer. I’ve been battling a cold the last few days and he’s made sure I have everything I need to make myself comfortable. He made my coffee this morning.

Tomorrow we’re hitting a major relationship milestone: we’re going to IKEA together and then we’re going to attempt to build some furniture. We’re both stupid excited to do it.

So for those of you who’ve reached out to ask how things are going, they’re good. I’m happy.